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The Armor of God has become a tangable object; what will be come of Earth. |
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Chapter One: In The Beginning there Was… Well How to begin, the alpha and the omega. The beginning of things and the end. I know what that means now, but back then I had no clue. Before I get ahead of myself, I’m Alex Morris; you can call me A-Mor. I was given a gift, a great power. By the love of God and the grace of Jesus, I was chosen to defend the realm of earth. A struggle has begun between heaven and hell, and we’re in the middle of it. Times are changing here on Earth, and I have been given the power to stop it. It all started late one night. I’m out in the streets doing what any young man would be doing, exactly what he shouldn’t be. Just leaving the Waffle house, on a late night hunger binge, is were I ran across this beautiful woman. WOW, just the word to describe her. Any woman would have been jealous of her looks. Gorgeous brown eyes, flowing auburn hair, and a body, well lets just say kinda the Jessica Alba type, if you know what I mean. But, little did I know, she was just what I thought the others would be of her…jealous. “I want what you have!!” This soft but firm voice says. “I want it now!!” “Hey, I’ll give you about any thing you want,” I said. “Just let me know what it is.” “The armor, give me the armor.” With less than a soft tone. With a Suave look in my eyes, but trying not to look over confident. “You can have A-Mor, jus…” She struck fast, to fast. Not like any woman with her build could, to think about it, not like any man either. I was confused, and scared. She wasn’t talking about me. What armor was she talking about? I didn’t have any armor, not even cold steel to protect myself with. She hit like a woman possessed by a demon!!! “Look lady, I don’t have any armor. I got fifty bucks, take it!!!” “Stupid flesh, I have no need for money. I want the armor!!! MY MASTER SHALL TAKE YOUR FLESH!!!” What armor, what in the world was she talking about? Knights wear the stuff, but. Wait, not even two nights ago, how can I be so stupid!! The glow, that aura surrounding her. The memory so vague, but yet implanted in my mind as if it was a dream. This angel appeared to me, almost like she materialized out of thin air. The cold crisp air was thick, the full moon that almost seemed to be close enough to touch. All of it was coming back to me, and then her, this wondrous figure standing right in front of me. She was the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen. The glow was so powerful, so magnificent, that I barely could look upon her awesome image. Then as fast as she came, she was gone leaving only a helmet. What was it? Like a dream. I quickly stuffed the helmet into my book bag, it was light, my text books weighed more than the helmet. A solid iron helmet, what did it all mean? “Now the spirit expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving doctrines of demons.” 1 Timothy 4:1. I didn’t know the bible like that, why was this scripture running though my head? The passage felt strong to me, as if I read it just moments ago. “Righteousness… FIGHT!!!” I yelled out. In an instance, I grabbed the helmet out of my book bag, and threw it on as if I knew what I was doing. It felt natural, like I was predestined for me to have it. In the back of my mind all I could her was my street name, the name given to me by Keith. “A-mor, A-mor,” was all I could hear. “Now look lady, I don’t know why you want it, and what it does!!! BUT YOU AIN’T GETTING IT FROM ME!!!” “Oh, silly flesh, I do not want what you have, my master Hyppocritcus only wants the armor.” She ranted. “And we shall take it along with your soul!!!” Were her last words as the enticing temptress vanished into the night. Chapter Two: Standing on 29th and 2nd Ave. In the pits of Hades, the very charismatic Hyppocriticus awaits the arrival of one of many of his demons Jealousy. Afraid of what might happen to her, she waits, trying to trying to calm her self down before she enters her master’s chambers. “My young Jealousy, did you get what he wanted” Already knowing the answer. “It was harder than I expected, I….” Before for she even had a chance to get the rest of the word out. “Woman!!!” He screamed. “You do not do what I ask, and you tell me that you are not capable of doing it?!?” “Master, wait.” “No, no my lovely Jealousy, it is quit fine. In fact, I know you tried your hardest to get the armor.” As he collects his thoughts. “That is all I can ask of you my wonderful, my anger, my jealousy. Now leave me, so I can think what else I will need of you.” Master, please do not be angered, I am your only true servant” Jealousy confidently boast. “The rest are nothing!” “Yes my love, no need to worry I have faith in you.” With a smirk on his face that could kill. “You are the one and only, now go.” Further into the recess of the underworld, Hyppocriticus enters a poorly lit room. The room it self was a dark onyx color with pits of fire exploding every so often. You can here the sounds of lost souls screaming in the back ground, as if they wanted out but couldn't find the way. In the far corner, stands an eight foot thrown worthy of any king, but it has been made for only one. In his chair of prestige and power sits Satan, a god in his own mind, waits for his dark angel to enter. “SHE FAILED!!!” Satan screams out. “Why do you let these things carry on?” “My lord, she is but a pawn in the war. If need be, I will sacrifice her to get to the king.” Rising from his chair in a rage. “I AM KING!!! NOT HIM!!! I alone run the Earth, and I alone will end it!!!” “Yes my lord,” Hyppocriticus quickly responds. “I apologize for my comments. You shall rule all the Earthly and Heavenly thing; with out question.” Just as Hyppocriticus turns around to leave Satan’s chambers, he mouths something just under his breath. “No, you fallen angel, you have been damned, I will rule.” The long walk home was horrible. The thick smell of fear seeped out of my pours, into the air. The smell was so strong, I felt like the world could smell it. Every step was longer and harder, each time my weary mind rethought the incident. Back at my apartment; nothing to sing about, it was Just a modest studio that any average student can afford. I sat by a window, staring at the rain, as if something was going to happen. Shocked at the past few hours. I think, wondering why me, why now? Does God have a purpose for me? Does God love me enough to let me be? I have quit a few problems to deal with now, as it is. OR maybe just maybe he loves me that much to give me great power. What is it for? “Blessed are those who are persecuted, for righteousness sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” BLESSED ARE YOU WHEN THEY REVILE AND PERSECUTE YOU", and say all kind of evil against you falsely for my sake.” “ Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the profits who were before you.” Matthew 5:10-12 In a daze, almost unaware of my surroundings, I hear the phone ringing. It must have ringed six or seven times before I grabbed it. Why didn’t the answering machine pick it up? “Hello?” I said softly into the receiver. “Yes…I feel it…the power. The power, now I will have it.” A strange hypnotic voice spoke. “Keith? Is that you?” I answered. “Stop playing games on the phone.” “No… not Keith” I stood up out of my chair. “Who is this?!? What do you want?” “It is the one that can help you, teach you, and train you.” Now more confused than ever, I yell. “Train me, what are you talking about? Who are you, how did you get this number….wait.” With a sense of knowing in his voice. “Yes, you know…I sense it. Yes, meet me in two hours, on the comer of 29th and 2nd Avenue.” After an hour and a half of deliberation, I decided to meet the stranger at the designated time and location. I sat and waited, for what seemed to be an eternity. It was raining harder than I’ve ever seen it before. The rain was coming down fast and hard, but for some reason I wasn’t wet. Was Jesus's hand over me, protecting me? If so, from what? The lighting struck hard, like God did not want me to go to this endeavor. I continued to wait outside in the pouring rain until I saw a silhouette. A darkly dressed stranger appeared out of the thick fog, almost directly in front of me. This man said he was going to train me, teach me how to control this enormous power. But wait, how did he know I had the helmet, “Why didn’t I think this throu before now?” I thought. “God can sure pick him.” As I chuckled to myself. “Alex, you have come,” He spoke quickly, with an angelic tone. “I am pleased.” “What up, man.” Trying not to sound too anxious. With a quiet laugh. “What’s up you say?” With a deep look in his eyes. “We all know what’s up, but the question is what are you going to do with the armor?” The armor, why do people out of the blue keep asking me about this armor. All I have is a helmet. The last person to ask me for this armor, I almost had to fight her. Now some man out of who knows were comes asking to? |
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